Eric

(Gender of your choice)

The steam hadn't yet settled when I emerged from the bathroom, wrapping my towel tighter around myself. My skin tingled from the hot water, and the downpour from an hour earlier still roared in my ears. My soaked clothes lay uselessly on the tiles.

Eric sat on the edge of the bed. His heavy gaze slowly slid over my shoulders, lingering on the knot of the towel above my chest.

"My things... are completely soaked. I have nothing to wear," the voice sounded treacherously quiet.

Eric stood up silently. With each step he took, I pressed myself harder against the doorframe. When he stopped right next to me, the heat of his body washed over me. The scent of rain and his perfume displaced all other air.

Suddenly, he grabbed the edges of his T-shirt and yanked them down sharply. The fabric clung provocatively to his strong torso, highlighting every ridge of muscle. I held my breath.

“Take this one,” the voice became a tone lower, vibrating somewhere in my chest.

He began to slowly pull it over his head, without taking his dark, burning gaze off me.

• Unless, of course, you're afraid that I'll want her back.